A/N: Thanks for the follows, favorites, and reviews! On a personal note, not that anyone might care, but I came out to somebody for the first time ever the other day. Just an acquaintance, but it's still something I never thought I would do. Maybe it was writing for Brittany in this fic that helped me, who knows. Anyways, thanks again for reading! Leave a comment if you'd like!
Brittany's mind races at the words. Why would she forget her? She doesn't know whether she should pretend to be sleeping or to open her eyes and ask Santana just what those foreboding words mean. The seconds pass, and she feels it's too late to speak up. So she stays still, feeling Santana's hand across her back lulling her to sleep.
A few hours later, Britt wakes up and reaches her arm across the bed. All she feels is cold sheets.
"Santana?" Brittany sits up, hoping to hear her voice from the bathroom. She hears no response, and suddenly last night comes rushing back to her. She looks around the room in a panic and sees that Santana's bag is still sitting in the corner. "Oh, thank goodness." Brittany grabs her cell phone off the bedside table and calls her.
"Hey, Britt."
"Where are you?"
"I'm across the street. I was hoping you'd still be asleep when I got back. I wanted to surprise you with breakfast."
"I'm sorry I ruined your surprise. But you kind of scared me. I thought you had left me or something."
Santana laughs, "Where would I have gone?"
"I don't know, forget it. I was being silly."
"I'm with you to the end, Britt."
She is temporarily reassured by these words, but knows that the end is Los Angeles. Santana was right. They don't know what may happen when they get there. They only just met, and things can change in an instant. They minute they step out of the car at the final destination, the dynamic will shift.
"Right, to LA."
"I'll be right back, okay? I'm about to get in the check-out line."
"Okay, bye."
Brittany plugs the phone back into its charger and finds a new outfit for the day. She takes it into the bathroom and takes a shower. As she is rinsing off her soaped up body, she hears Santana return with a slam of the door. It gives her butterflies in her stomach and up to her throat. The whole situation feels quite domestic; as if Santana is home from a day of work and brought dinner.
Brittany finishes her shower and gets dressed. She steps out of the bathroom to find Santana sitting by the window with a cup of coffee. On the table are two plates with bagels and fruit salad and a coffee for Brittany.
"Good morning," Brittany says will walking into the room.
Santana stands up and sets her coffee down. "Morning," she grins and kisses her sweetly on the lips. It sends tingles all over Brittany's body. "Did you sleep well?"
"Completely," Brittany eyes the food on the table. "You didn't have to buy all this, Santana."
"I wanted to. You have done so much for me, and I just wanted to kind of repay you. I know it's not much, but…"
"It's okay, Santana. And this looks so good."
They take the plates onto the bed and eat while watching the morning news shows.
"I'm stuffed," Brittany groans and lies down with her head on Santana's lap.
"Me too. Here let me rub your belly." Santana places her hand over Brittany's stomach, caressing her softly. She reaches down at the bottom of Brittany's shirt, silently asking for permission to lift it up. Britt smiles, so she pulls up her tank top, revealing her toned abs. Santana moves her palm back and forth while Brittany closes her eyes to imprint the feeling in her memory.
"That's nice. You should be a masseuse."
"You think?"
"Yea…..Wait, no."
Santana stops the motion of her hand. "Why not? See if I ever give you a massage again!" Santana jokes.
"I mean, you're really good, but that would mean you have to touch other people. And maybe I don't like that very much."
Santana runs her hand through Brittany's hair. "So it would bother you if I was doing this to someone else?" She starts to move her hand in circles over her lower stomach and across her ribs.
"Mm, yea."
"Turn over."
Brittany looks up at Santana with a smirk, and then rolls over onto her stomach. Santana moves to place a leg on either side of her hips. She sits down, careful to not place too much weight.
"Let's just see how good of a masseuse I am." Santana lifts Brittany's shirt up over her shoulders. "Can I unhook this?" she asks tugging on her bra strap.
"Sure," Brittany gulps.
Santana deftly unhooks it with one hand. "Just a sec," she hops off the bed and goes into the bathroom. She returns with the tiny bottle of complementary body lotion, and sits back down over Brittany's legs. She dabs some lotion onto her hands and starts rubbing Brittany's lower back. She makes tiny circles on either side of her spine, all the way up to her neck. Brittany starts humming in content and Santana smiles knowing she can make her feel that good. She brushes her blonde hair to the side in order to rub her neck with her thumbs.
"How is that?"
"You're really good at this. Like really."
Santana starts making broader strokes across her back, attempting to not look at the side of Brittany's naked breasts. "Good." She continues rubbing and looking for any kinks.
"So what's next on your list of things to see?"
"I was thinking maybe the Grand Canyon? Unless you think that's like super lame."
Brittany turns her head to the side. "No, that's not lame. I've always wanted to see it."
"Cool. I think it should take about six hours. We could be there by sunset."
"That sounds great, San. Mm, keep doing that." Santana giggles and continues digging her fingers into the area just above Brittany's waist.
"If I keep doing this, I don't think we'll ever leave the room."
Brittany turns over underneath Santana. "I think you're right about that." She reaches up and tugs on Santana's shirt bringing her face down to hers. She plants a kiss to her lips, eliciting a moan from Santana. "Let's go!"
The two are back on the road within twenty minutes and settled into their comfortable routine. Brittany drives while Santana occasionally reaches for her hand, stares out the window, and hums along to whatever is playing on the radio.
"Want to play a game," Brittany breaks the silence.
"What kind of game?"
"How about we get to ask each other three questions, and we have to answer honestly. Or if you don't want to answer then you owe the other person a kiss."
"My gosh, that sounds like a dreadful punishment Britt," she teases. "Deal, you start."
"Okay, what is your favorite movie?"
"Now you can't laugh, alright?"
Brittany raises her right hand, "I promise."
"Okay…..it's 'Miss Congeniality'."
Brittany lets out a snort. "I'm sorry!"
"You said you wouldn't laugh!"
"No, I'm not laughing at you. It's just funny that you think that's embarrassing. Who doesn't love that movie? I thought you were going to say 'Showgirls' or something."
Santana pouts, "I still think you should owe me a kiss for breaking your promise and laughing."
"Okay, sour-puss." Brittany takes her eyes off the road and kisses Santana on the cheek. "There. Your turn."
"What was your first memory ever?"
"Hmm, that's a tough one. I guess the first thing I can remember is sitting in my high chair in kitchen. I was probably three or so. My mom was at the sink peeling potatoes or carrots or something. And I remember asking for more cheese, and she wouldn't give me any. So I wriggled out of the safety belt and fell. I hit my head on the floor pretty hard and I had a cut on my face. See? Right here." Brittany points to the corner of her cheekbone. Santana leans forward, brushing her hand across her face to find the faint white scar.
"I hadn't noticed that." Santana leans over to kiss the scar.
"I was a reckless child, always managing to hurt myself. I have so many scars all over my body."
"Really? Well, I'll just have to see for myself sometime."
"My turn. When did you lose your virginity?"
"I was 16. It was dumb, I was at some party and to be honest, I don't remember much about it. It was a girl in my class who afterwards threatened that if I told anybody she would make my life hell."
"I'm sorry. That's terrible." Brittany rubs her hand over Santana's knee.
"It's okay. Same question to you."
"I was 19, but I don't really count it."
"How come?"
"Well, it was with a guy, my ex-boyfriend. And I never actually….you know…with him."
"You mean you've never…."
"I've been able to please myself, but just never with another person. It's so embarrassing."
"No it's not. Plenty of women have trouble with that."
"Really?"
"Totally, you're not alone."
Brittany smiles at Santana shyly. "Last question. What made you respond to my post online? I mean I know you're trying to make it as a singer, but why are you moving now?"
"You're going to think I'm crazy."
"Never."
"I had been considering doing it for a while now, but a part of me was too chicken to take the leap. So one night I decided to leave it up to fate. I was living on my friend's couch, and I said to myself if someone posts on Craig's List about driving to LA by midnight tonight, I'll do it. If not, I'll take it as a sign that I should give up on music and get a bartending job. And it was not even an hour later, you posted. You have no idea how happy you made me, Brittany."
"So that's why you responded so quickly."
"Yea, I guess it was meant to be." Santana takes Brittany's hand to place a kiss on her knuckles. "Last question. When did you realize that you liked me?"
Brittany turns to Santana, looking her straight in the eyes. "The second I heard your voice on the phone. That's when I knew I liked you."
Santana smiles and leans across the console. She brings her arm around Brittany's shoulder and nuzzles her face into neck. "I really like you too, Britt." She kisses her on her clavicle and moves up to her neck. Santana starts sucking lightly, trying to leave a mark.
"San, I'm driving. You have to stop that."
"You mean stop this?" Santana licks over the spot and lightly bites her skin.
"Mmm, yea that. Or I'm going to crash this car."
"Okay," Santana sits back into her seat. "Hurry up and drive then."
Hours later, they pull into Grand Canyon National Park. They follow signs for parking and the two excitedly exit the car.
"Did you ever think you'd see this place?" Santana grabs Brittany's hand and intertwines their fingers.
"I don't know; I always hope that I can eventually see everything."
"Everything? Well, good thing we're getting a start on that."
"There it is!" They walk briskly up to the viewing area. "Wow."
"This is so cool," Santana stops walking while still holding onto Brittany's hand. "But I'm kind of afraid of heights, so I'll just stand right back here."
"That's adorable. C'mon at least come up to here so we can take a good picture." Brittany attempts to coax Santana a little closer.
"I don't want to," Santana mumbles.
"You'll be fine. I'll hold onto you so nothing can happen."
"Okay." She takes a few cautious steps forward into Brittany's arms.
"See? You're fine." Brittany takes out her phone and brings it in front of them. "Smile for me, San." She brings the phone in front of their faces and presses the screen. "Perfect. Let's go sit on that bench." Brittany leads Santana over and the two sit close. Brittany puts her arm around her shoulders, and the two sit quietly, watching as the sun starts to set in the sky. It turns a mixture of orange and pink, and Brittany thinks there is nothing more perfect than this moment. She wishes it could last forever, but in a few minutes, the sun will have set. It reminds her of how time is fleeting.
"Santana?"
"Yea?" She turns to head up towards Brittany.
"Last night, when we were falling asleep, I heard you say something."
"Oh, you heard me say…"
"'I'm really going to miss you. Please don't forget me.' It kind of scared me. What did you mean?"
"I'm sorry, Britt. I didn't mean to scare you. I'm just…I guess I'm scared myself. You're such a good person, and I can't believe you even like me."
"Of course I like you."
"I'm just afraid that once we get to LA, we might lose touch. It's like we're in a safe little bubble here, away from the real world. Once we get out of the car, everything might change. We'll run in different crowds, and I don't want you to get caught up in my world."
"Why wouldn't I want to be part of your world?"
"You're too good for it. I'll be living on my cousin's couch, working at his sketchy club. I don't want to you to be involved in that." Brittany hears Santana's plans for the first time.
"Santana, you're overthinking all of this. If we want to be together, for real, together, then nothing can stop that." Brittany takes her by the hand. "If you want to be with me, then just be with me."
Santana's eyes start watering, and she wipes them with her sleeve. "But if..."
"No, Santana. Do you want to be with me?"
"Yes."
"Then we have nothing to worry about."
Santana grabs Brittany by the neck and the two share a passionate kiss. Their hands start roaming over each other's bodies while their tongues graze each other. Santana pulls back to take a breath, nuzzling her nose against Brittany's.
"There are a lot of people around."
"Let's go find a hotel." Brittany eyes Santana with desire. "Now."
"Okay," Santana stands and holds her hand out for Brittany. They power-walk back to the car and quickly find the nearest hotel.
Brittany parks the car and grabs their bags from the back. They walk up to the counter, ringing the bell. A bearded man appears from the back office.
"Hi, ladies. How can I help you this evening?"
"We need a room. Whatever is available."
"Okay, we've got a few doubles, a couple king suites, and I think we have-"
"Anything! The king suite is fine." Brittany answers impatiently.
"Alright then. Will that be for one night?"
"Yes," the two girls answer at the same time, trying to get the manager to move things along so they can continue what they started earlier.
"Alright, credit card?"
"Here," Brittany hands it over.
"Okay, Miss Pierce. Here is your key, Room 109. Down the hall to the left."
"Thank you!" Brittany grabs it and the two hurry down the hall.
Brittany opens the door and throws their bags to the side. She turns around and grabs Santana by her cheeks. They kiss while walking backwards towards the bed. Santana nudges her down to sit on the edge of the bed, and then straddles Brittany's legs. She rubs her back while they continue making out.
"Are you sure about this?" Santana asks through heavy breaths.
Brittany nods, "Yes. I'm sure."
Santana smiles and begins kissing down her neck. She peels off her shirt and looks to Brittany. She takes the hint and takes off her shirt. Santana pushes Brittany flat against the bed and lies down on top of her. She sucks on Brittany's lower lip while her left hand starts rubbing her stomach. Santana leans up on her knees and brings her arms behind her back to take off her bra.
Brittany's eyes widen and her cheeks blush at seeing Santana's breasts for the first time. "Wow. You're so beautiful."
"Touch them." Santana takes Brittany's hands and lift them to her chest. "How do they feel?"
Brittany starts massaging them. "Amazing," she sits up and brings her face closer to them. Santana puts her hand on the back of Brittany's head, encouraging her to come even closer. Brittany looks up to Santana, who smiles down at her. Brittany closes her eyes and wraps her lips around Santana's left breast. She flicker her tongue over the nipple then does the same to the right. Santana tilts her head back, basking in the feeling of Brittany's mouth.
"Come here," Santana tilts Brittany's head up towards her to kiss her hard on the mouth. She stands up from the bed and unbuttons her pants, while Brittany unhooks her bra. Santana stands in her underwear watching. "Can I?" she motions towards Brittany's pants.
"Mm-hmm."
Santana kneels at her feet and slowly unzips her pants. She grabs the waistband and pulls down, revealing black lace underwear. "Wow, Britt."
"Can we get under the covers?"
"Sure," Santana walks around to the side of the bed, and peels back the sheets. They both get it and face each other. "Are you nervous?"
"A little, but I trust you."
Santana kiss Brittany and brushes her hair behind her ear. "You don't need to be nervous, I promise." She shifts her body to lie on top of Brittany, and deepens the kiss. "I'll take care of you."
"Take off my underwear," Brittany asks, and Santana gladly complies bringing her hand underneath the covers. Brittany shimmies out of them, and Santana takes off her own.
Brittany grabs Santana's face and grazes her tongue over her lips. She brings her hands across Santana's back and down to grab her ass. Santana moans into her mouth and grabs Brittany's breast. Her hand wanders lower and lower. She breaks from the kiss and looks Brittany in the eye. She nods in response, and Santana brings her fingers through her folds.
"You're already wet," Santana husks. She rubs Brittany's clit in circles and teases her entrance.
"Yes, right there. Oh my god," Brittany moans with her head back against the pillow. Santana sucks on her neck and brings her fingers up to her mouth. Brittany watches as she sucks them into her mouth.
"So good," Santana brings her hand back under the covers and pushes one finger into Brittany.
"Uhhhh!"
"Is this okay?"
"Yes, more!"
Santana smiles into her neck and adds a finger, pumping in and out slowly.
"You feel so good! Don't stop!"
Santana continues pumping faster and licks a path up to Brittany's ear, sucking on her earlobe. "You're so tight, Brittany." Santana curls her fingers inwards.
"Oh, fuck!" Brittany wraps her arms around Santana's neck and her hips rise.
Santana brings one leg in between Brittany's and starts rubbing herself on her thigh. "Mmmm, Britt!"
"Don't stop! Don't, fuck!" Brittany pushes Santana's ass down onto her thigh, speeding up her thrusts. "Ohh, I'm close!"
"Me too," Santana's arm starts to strain as she brings her thumb up to rub Brittany's clit. She rests her forehead against Brittany's and looks into her eyes. "Come for me."
Brittany moans and brings Santana's lips to hers. "Mmm, San!" Brittany's hips speed up as she reaches her release. Santana keeps her arm pumping while she climaxes against Brittany's leg. Their bodies go still and they relax against each other.
"Oh my god," Brittany breathes out. "Santana."
"Was that okay?" Santana asks while kissing across her cheek.
"So much more than okay. San, that was amazing. Thank you." Brittany rakes her hands through Santana's hair.
"You're so welcome," Santana kisses her on the nose and falls back onto the bed next to Brittany. "Go to sleep, Britt."
Brittany turns into Santana, burying her face into the girl's neck. "Let's do that again soon, okay?"
Santana laughs, "Sure thing, Britt." She reaches behind her to turn off the light, and the two girls fall asleep wrapped in each other's arms.
